Thursday, April 30, 2009

I made something

It feels good to "produce" something. (and I'm not referring to the baby)

At our house, pacifiers are pretty important. I was tired of Ansley's falling on the floor or getting lost, so we needed a contraption to keep the thing nearby. We've bought pacifier hangers with the other babies, but this time I decided it would be fun and simple to make one. There's not much to it...I just hand-sewed a snap to one end of a ribbon, covered the stitching with an embellishment, then tied the other end to a metal clip. (the clip was repurposed from a nametag/badge Tom brought home from work one day) Easy...not a big deal...but still it felt good to create something.

The sink is full of dishes, my bedroom has never been more cluttered, but who cares? I made something!

Wednesday, April 22, 2009

Am I weird? love nursing, especially in the middle of the night? I've always found satisfaction in that cuddly time with my newborns, but with each child I'm treasuring more the one-on-one bonding experience that nursing allows. I obviously don't get as much alone time with Ansley, as my fourth baby, so now I look forward to her night feedings, as we snuggle on the couch in our darkened living room in the wee hours of the morning...just us.

It is easier to say that now that her nightly awake periods are shorter and less frequent than during her first couple weeks of life. And maybe the fatigue will one day overshadow the joy of it all, but for now I like waking up to these cute cheeks at 3:45am.

Wednesday, April 15, 2009

Normal life

Our lives have sort of gone back to normal since we brought Ansley home, 5 weeks ago. Things are still hectic for me, but feeling pretty normal, too.

To get a glimpse into our normal lives, here's an actual quote from each of us on this Wednesday morning of Spring Break:

Tyler, grabbing the library books we borrowed yesterday and stretching out on the couch: "Ahhh, this is my heaven." He loves reading. Today it was Magic Tree House and Geronimo Stilton.

Tessa, holding Ansley, a favorite pasttime: "She is the cutest and longest baby in the entire universe!"

Eden, at 6am: "Mom, I got out of my bed all by myself!" Great...I knew the day was coming when she could climb out of her cage, I mean crib. I'm lucky this happened at 2.5 years old, instead of 1.5, though.

Ansley: "Waaahhh! cough, cough, ah-choo." The poor baby has had a cold nearly her whole life.

Tom, eating breakfast: "Milk's gone, babe." He's so helpful to point these things out to me. He also told me this morning when the baby was crying. :)

Me: "Yea, it's raining. We can stay home in our PJs again today."